This is a song about "Don t ell em"

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

The dead society of a poet

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

It's the don rapping at the dawn

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby